Heather Lopez
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Almost Hanged
I am 19 years old and on the trip of a lifetime to Tunisia. I know nothing about it before departure. I have signed up for this Spring Break excursion with my study abroad program in Spain. If I have been break dancer on a stage of ballerinas as an American in Spain, I am now about to break dance my way onto a stage of soldiers.
By Heather Lopez5 years ago in Criminal
Miracles for All
The intense urge to jump out of my own skin pulsed deep in my veins every waking minute. This pulsating urge kept my body moving as if I was walking over hot coals because being still was too painful. Nausea coursed through my gut and the volcano erupted hundreds of times a day completely unannounced. Food was repulsive. Stillness was unthinkable. About five months into it, I quickly bopped into the library to return an audiobook on chakras that I had checked out in attempt to learn how to manage my suffering. The book subject sparked a conversation about energy with the librarian. She mentioned she practiced energy healing, upon which I immediately asked, “How do I make an appointment?” She hadn’t practiced in a while, but after obvious desperation and insistence on my part, Claudia, the librarian energy healer lady agreed to see me. As I left, she told me, “The baby girl is active and healthy.” Huh? I hadn’t told her the sex of my baby. She must be the real deal, I thought.
By Heather Lopez5 years ago in Motivation
Do Not Be Afraid. Eat Spam. Go See.
I remember sleeping in the driver’s seat at truck stops. I was 10, 11, 12. It was a mini van, but she needed the long seat to lay down after driving from sunrise until long after sunset and I was too exhausted to fight my strong-willed sister for the middle seat. So there we were among all the sixteen-wheelers just close enough to a lamppost to feel a tinge safe without too much of the bright light disturbance. It was strategic. We could make it from Colorado to Vermont in four days. Then four days back two months later. If we were lucky, we would get one motel on the way for a real bed and warm shower.
By Heather Lopez5 years ago in Wander
